Living in Vancouver in the winter is stunning – when it’s not foggy, with the snow-covered North Shore Mountains, the brisk breeze across the Harbour, and Stanley Park to run. I live in N. Van on the waterfront, and sometimes we’ll get up very early for a run, and today was Xmas Eve and a clear weather forecast.

At 5AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor, and the streets are deserted. My Garmin’s alarm bleeps, and I nuzzle Ella’s naked body next to me. While I’m up as soon as the alarm goes, she takes about 10 mins!

My hands reach over and start fondling her naked breasts, and she feels me start to wake too. Her head sleepily turns and finds my lips, and we kiss and fondle.

She pulls away, rolls over and re-engages as we make out under the covers. “Good start to the day, but we’ve got to get up soon,” she giggles and rolls me onto my back, then rolls onto me.

She resumes kissing me, now sliding down my chest as my hands find her now hard tits. She reaches down and slides me into her wetness. “Always a nice morning present, but we’ve got a long run coming, so let’s not cum,” she giggles and pushes my rod deep into her.

We gently kiss and make love, her growing wetter and me harder, and wake each other up and moaning gently, then she slides off. “Time to get dressed and head out,” she purrs as her Garmin bleeps for her delayed alarm.

We get dressed, then have a quick breakfast of porridge and coffee.

Leaving the front door, all we hear is the click of the clock and our feet hitting the ground; even the neighbour’s yapper is off duty! Today, there is nothing to see apart from my hot wife next to me in the cold darkness, though I dream of the hot body naked again and get hard, and I know she’s getting wet and hard likewise.

We head onto the deserted Harbour waterfront with just the soft wind blowing and can see Van City across starting to wake, and the SeaBuses are still in their lairs, and we hear the waves gently lap on the shore.

Gentle whooshes as the wind floats over my open ears, and I feel it caress my bare arms as I’ve got my sleeves rolled up, being warmer on the flat waterfront, though my legs are wrapped in my compression tights which insulate me from the cool, and Em’s hot bod is likewise clothed. My soul is full of the views and sensations of a city still slumbering, though my mind is vacant as I let my legs do all the talking.

I briefly spy her lithe and likewise fully but tightly clothed body running with me, gently and sexily breathing.

We head inland, through the city and towards Grouse Terminal through the quiet suburban streets, and seldom see a car or anyone daft enough to be up this early. I listen hard for anything, maybe a plane above looping over to YVR or, in the background, a seaplane in the Canada Place Terminal starting to warm up for its first flight into the morning air.

Nearing Grouse Terminal, a loud whirr: it’s the motor of a mobile tower cabinet that in the daytime noise would barely be noticed, then a louder whirr of a bus stop hoarding’s motor.

Clip, clip, clip of my feet on the pavement’s flagstones. Slurp as I take some water in from my pack’s hose, and I breathe slowly and deeply on the incline.

Our breathing and clips quicken as we ascend Nancy Green Way’s windy road with the Santas and lights hanging from the poles, yet still hear nothing else, apart from the trees gently whispering.

A swipe at the gate and soon, the Gondola soars us high into the trees, and below me we see the city still sleeping, though I see some plane lights heading into YVR. We lean in and have a pleasant make-out in the empty gondola. Sadly, it’s got CCTV, so nothing more!

The overhead motor’s whirr, whirr permeates the silence. Inside, we open bags and swap out roadies for snowies – still thin but with big, wide studs and more insulation, put on another thin layer, gloves and get poles out from the clips and extend them. Another brief make-out before we arrive.

We walk around the upper base and look around: us alone on the snow – apart from the bears who are fast asleep! “So hot, so cold,” we hold each other and kiss, having a playful grind too, making me hard and her wet.

The wind caresses us gently as we look out, and before us is a city of 2m quiescently. We feed each other gels and sip from our pack’s bladders. The sun is rising over Abbotsford, illuminating the cities below, and I see down to the US border and over to Nanaimo. So stunning, so romantic on the snow. My heart and soul relax into this stunning view, and my thoughts evaporate, and we have a final kiss under the mistletoe Kiss Board before setting off.

We run-pole up the hill past the slumbering bears. Crunch, crunch, crunch go my feet; hoo, hoo, hoo, breathing slowly and deeply, and a gentle wind whistles past my ears and gently kisses my sleeved arms and legs.

We near the SnoCat shed at the top of the Basin, and I see her take her poles in one hand as her other hand reaches over and probes for my pole.

We embrace, kissing hard and quickly unclipping our packs, and then she dropped my tights in one hit. As she comes up, she takes my hardening cock in her mouth and briefly sucks it.

I reach down and pull her tights down, exposing her pussy,, and drop her onto the snowbank, pushing my cock into her wet pussy. She moans into my kiss as her pussy clamps my probing cock.

We kiss and screw together, going deeper and harder into each other and into the soft snowbank as the rising sun illuminates our horny bodies and the city below.

We moan gently as we passionately kiss and make love faster, and I feel her pussy squeeze my cock, stimulating my balls to start pulsing.

She kisses me harder as the snow nearly covers us. We discreetly moan as our tongues go deep, and soon, we cum together.

A final kiss, and we roll off, and I pull her up, my hands taking the snow off her sexy legs, and she does likewise, then we dress. Another kiss, “Our favourite spot to make love. Unlike Christmas, we can cum here when we want,” she purrs as we kiss.

“We can cum many times a day.” My hand runs down her front, lingering on her hard but clothed tits, and we kiss again.

We notice the building’s Santa’s lecherous smile as we have a final kiss before carrying on… but the Top Base loos are always available!